(Love Tales 5) Part One- Reunited

Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.

Part 1 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:15 AM

"Hey, hold up, please." I was about to press the 'Door Close' button when a familiar voice alerted me to halt. I almost missed the voice as fatigue from the hectic work day threatened to drown my senses. I shut my eyes and rubbed my neck. As my eyes fluttered open, a gasp of surprise escaped from my throat as the imposing figure stood beside me.

His achingly familiar baritone pierced through the air. "Sean?"

Shock gripped me all of a sudden. I was tongue-tied for words. "Hi?Christopher, how have you been?" A mix of loss and regret bloomed inside me as I studied his features. He looked visibly older and mellower in his early thirties. His eyes still sparkled intelligently but there was a deep sadness and severity that molded his features. There was a hint of white hair at the edges. Christopher was still attractive in his enigmatic manner; his built grew tougher and leaner over the years and he exuded a masculine grace that seemed to make the lift claustrophobic.

He was equally shocked at seeing me here. The pause grew deafening before he recollected himself and said, "I am fine. Are you working here?"

I plastered a smile and nodded politely. "I've been working here for three years now at International Plaza. An accountant. Boring job." I tried to avoid his eye contact and kept my head low, staring at the floor of the lift.

The journey down to the 1st floor was so agonizingly slow. I had an urge to burst out of the lift like a popped champagne cork.

"Are you free tonight? Care to join me for a drink?" Christopher asked earnestly.

I shook my head hastily and pressed the button of the lift again. "I got an appointment. I am sorry."

"Well, then can you give me your phone number? I want to meet you again."

My tone was shaky as I clenched my fist tightly. "Er.. I don't really see the need."

Christopher edged dangerously closer. "Damn it, it's been six years. Can you learn to forgive yourself?"

The tears streamed down as I spurted out angrily. "I was the one who saw him jump. He made me remember. It was a mistake from the start. I shouldn't have betrayed him." I looked at him accusingly, "It's a person's life. How could you take it so lightly?"

I backed away from him, covered my face with my clammy hands and cried with shame, "He was my best friend." My briefcase dropped to the floor with a resounding thud.

Christopher stepped closer and took my shoulders as I wrecked up in sobs.

"Please, don't touch me. Just stay away from me." I screamed and sucked in the air heavily. Christopher treaded backwards to give me space. His eyes were red and he was heaving in difficulty and gasping for air. "Okay, calm down."

He coughed loudly and slumped to the floor. There was a loud weezing sound as he struggled to get the air inside his lungs. "My ventolin for my asthma?" He pointed to the bag he left on the corner of the lift.

I shouted, jumped and quickly gathered myself. I reached for his bag and ransacked for his medication. My heart cried out when I handed him gingerly his medication.

Christopher pressed the tip of the tube and inhaled heavily. He steadied himself before taking another huge breath.

Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.